She stood out in the cold and watched the big red and white house just as she did every night. She sighed and could see her breath forming in the air. The night sky loomed over her mysteriously.
"When will I tell you…", she whispered to herself.
Everyone thought that she would like America, but they were wrong. Kuya America was very kind to her, but he was too loud at times. He wouldn't listen to her ideas and he was always too busy to talk to her.
But.
His brother, Canada, was always very sweet and kind. He was also somewhat outspoken, and some could not even see him to acknowledge his presence. She did though, she could see him sitting in the chair at the world meetings and trying to say his opinion, just as she did with America.
She was separated from America now, but she still comes back to North America, no matter how cold it was. It was quite different from her home back in the warm and humid South Pacific. It was worth of course, she just couldn't stray from him. She felt like she was being pulled toward him, like a magnet. It was as though they belonged together.
Well, she felt that way about him, he could not possibly think of her that way at all. She doubted he even remembered her. No one usually does, she is just the small island nation, the Philippines.
They met when they were younger, they used to be friends, but then they grew apart due to distance. France used to bring Canada over to papa Spain's house to play with me while Spain took France into his room. He was my best friend.